So she didn't know anything either. It was both depressing and comforting at the same time. At least she wasn't the only one who didn't have a clue about anything.
Well, except for some stuff. It looked like she had found out something interesting. "It just showed up? Wow, cool!" She exclaimed, a sparkle in her eyes. "Maybe one will show up for me too!"
"Felix huh?" She then said, intrigued that someone had named a inanimate object, But then who was she to talk about strange. "Thats a great name!"
She then paused in thought. "Hey, Yiro" she said slowly. "Have you, um, done the quest the goddess had asked of us? The one with the glowing fragments,"
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 10:05 pm
"Maybe..." Yiro couldn't fault Staar for looking so excited at the aspect. If Yiro had known, she would've counted the seconds.
"I thought so too.." Well, it did feel nice to have someone give her an asspat for the minor achievements she'd made so far. Yes it did.
But then Staar started asking questions again. "Well... Yeah... That's what the goddess wanted..." Even if Yiro hadn't wanted to give the fragments up. They had been so pleasant. "Why?"
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Character name: Yiro Character appearance: A tall, lanky shadow with a yellow heart. Has a shiny skull pin she wears like a brooch. Link to Heart Log: here Current HP: 50 Current weapon equipped: N/A
"I just wanted to ask" Staar replied, as she recalled when she had touched each of the fragments. "Since it felt so weird...every time I touched one, it said something. Sometimes it felt like I should know what it's talking about, and especially who it was talking about. I think it even said things in my voice...strange things..." She shook her head. "Each one gave me so many questions, and no answers at all. And some of them weren't very nice at all..."
She looked at Yiro once more. "Did the same thing happen to you?"
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Character name: Staar Character appearance: A small grey figure, half the size of everyone else. Has a yellow heart and a pair of antennae on her head Link to Heart LogHere! Current HP 30 Current weapon equipped (weapons are found in the battle arena!
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 2:30 pm
"You can't say for sure those words had anything to do with us." Yiro spoke softly, standing to her feet. "It could just... Be your mind striving to make some kind of connection because of how confusing the world is. Nothing more." Yiro hadn't made the connection to herself, because she didn't want to.
"I don't need anymore questions, and I'm not going to draw conclusions that I can't correctly correlate..." Not that she wasn't thinking about it now. It was hard not to.
"I gotta go." The more Yiro stayed here, the more unpleasant and daunting thoughts Staar might put in her head.
The tall shadow quickly moved towards the door, casting one last look over her shoulder before running out of the restaurant. It was time to get a fresh perspective. Time... To go visit the other worlds.
[Exiting]
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Posted: Sun Aug 11, 2013 11:50 pm
The light of the room shifts a little, darkening just enough to make you blink when it suddenly brightens again. A Goddess now sits patiently in thered booth, and expectant look crossing her features as she glances first at thecoins in Vaneda's hands, then over to the jukebox.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 12:20 am
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She was just so tired. With weary bones and a devoted heart, she stepped into the Pizza (food, italian, cheap, greasy, a favourite) Parlour, as dilapidated as it was.
The parlour is dark and it is quiet, the parlour is dark and there she is, a beam of light, a beacon, a messenger. Her Goddess.
With careful steps, she hesitantly proceeded towards the red booth, and she could kill monsters with her hands/weapon/heart, emboldened by her strength, but here she was powerless.
Licraesa took a seat in the red booth, wetting her lips, comforted by the Goddess' presence alone. She had nothing to say, so she settled on occupying the same space as the one she obeyed.
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Character name: Licraesa Character appearance: A tall, grey figure with a yellow heart. A pendant rests at her breastbone, pulsating blue. Link to Heart Log:heart log Current HP 40 Current weapon equipped: Sorrow and Rage
The goddess gives the newcomer a distant smile and then returns her gaze to the jukebox. The music begins to grow fuzzy and discordant, causing her smile to still and drop. "You have to feed it..."
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 12:56 am
She jolted as the benevolent Goddess acknowledged her. "Of course, sorry," Licraesa muttered, looking around. The cash register was still open, so she went to it, removing a few spare coins from its drawer.
Licraesa looked at the jukebox, unsure how to work it. She fed the thing a few coins, selecting the first song that was queued up on the machine, and then returned to her seat at the red booth.
"Gave it some dinner," she joked, and the wince she had at how awkward it sounded was a visible one.
You'd follow her through an apocalypse and all you can do in her presence is crack bad jokes. Great job.
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Character name: Licraesa Character appearance: A tall, grey figure with a yellow heart. A pendant rests at her breastbone, pulsating blue. Link to Heart Log:heart log Current HP 40 Current weapon equipped: Sorrow and Rage
If anyone takes a coin, places it in the jukebox, and sits with Paranoia:
The Goddess's expression brightens and becomes almost painful to behold as the jukebox comes to life and wraps you in its song. Your song, really. It's a song that meant something to you, something powerful and evocative. The memory of it washes over you, blinding you to this world while revealing another.
When the music fades, the Goddess reaches out to gently grasp your hand. Her expression is tender, but there's something the slightest bit hungry around its edges. "That was another time...long past. Will you give it to me...may I have your song?"
If you give it to her:
She leans over until her face is the merest breath from your own and inhales, drawing the song out of your mouth and into her own. When the last strain fades between her lips, she smiles and grips your hand with a reassuring strength. In place of the song you find a sense of warmth and protection. You are under the Goddess's aegis.
If you deny her:
Her expression grows distant, not angry, but definitely not pleased, either. The room seems to darken once more. "I hope..." she sighs wistfully, "...that it's worth it." The shadows deepen and shift, as if there's something within them that watches you with a hungry patience that mirrors the Goddess's own.
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 1:14 am
Licraesa played her a song and the jukebox started, the mechanisms inside it clicking into place like 1 & 2 & 3, and the notes played (horns blaring/drums beating/upbeat tempo) and--
She smiled upon Licraesa, and with a nervous one delivered in return Licraesa listened, and it was a familiar song, one that was known all too well, and--
When you were thirteen years old, you were little more than lean muscles, a mop of red hair, and a bad attitude. You went to the circus a dozen times a year like it was the only thing that mattered (it was). When you weren't on the uneven bars practising your landings and seeing if they'd stick, you were in the audience watching someone else fly through the air with the grace of a swan. Saucer wide eyes and giggly-squeals, you watched as they flew to dizzying heights. Your heart leapt with every jump they made, trying to beat its way out of your chest, aching to be up there, on the bars. Thumpthump, thumpthump. Catch and release.
You never thought you'd get the chance, not ever, but now you're here and it's a dream come true.
You're sixteen years old and you've run away from home, leaving behind a tired father and a deadbeat mom who's been misplaced your whole life. You dropped out of school because it was a disappointment to all parties involved. You took a bus and a hundred dollars and a suit case showed up at the doorstep of a big top and demanded a job.
Now you work under the metaphorical table and literal tightrope for cash. You do it because you want to fly, you do it because you're tired of the darkness winning, you do it because you are stronger than you think and weaker than you hoped. You do it because you get to chalk your hands and parade around in a leotard and play back up to the real acrobats.
You are not the star of any show, your name isn't on any placard, you are not listed on the programme, you sometimes take tickets when you need to. But you are free, and no one is going to clip your wings, now. Be the best that you can be is your motto and you live it instead of dream it and train all day and all night and there are rings under your eyes but you know you're the best the world has ever seen, they just haven't seen you yet. The Ringmaster's seen better, but there's a fury in your eyes and he watches you until the day--
Licraesa let out a sharp exhalation, her head dizzy, her limbs leaden, her heart soaring high. In another life, she had been free, no obligations but her own. She had been angry and hopeful and wistful and so completely and utterly young, and while she grappled with its gravity the Goddess took her by the hand, twining their fingers together, and it veers her train of thought clear off the rails.
The way she looks at you ruins you, and you couldn't deny her anything.
The grip on Licraesa's hand tightens, the Goddess quietly demanding the song, and does it count as a demand if she's willing to give it freely? She could ask for the world and Licraesa would ask where to start, because she had been formed from nothing and sculpted into Her design, she had been plucked from the fog and created with the core of yellow that pulsed in the space occupying her chest.
"Yes," she breathed, the word a promise/desire/exhalation, the word a seal, the word an oath, the word an acknowledgement of her subservience. The word was a binding contract, more potent than one sworn in blood. The word is the same no matter the question, no matter the context. "It's yours."
The Goddess leaned in and their lips were so close, Licraesa felt the sights and the sounds and everything abandoning her mind. The smell of popcorn, the crunch of a caramel apple, the stub of a ticket as it cut her finger, the exhaustion, the training, the desire to fly high.
The horns wound down completely and her fingers are still twined with the Goddess', the digits tangled, their feet knocking against each other under the table, and it's comfortable and pleasant and she never wanted to leave here. In this crumbling building of the hopeless, she had hope for her past/present/future. She was safe, here, cloaked in the blessing of her deity. Licraesa slumped against the Goddess, head resting upon her shoulder, the world slipping into blackness as she slept.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Goddess my heart to keep, if I should die before I wake, I pray the Goddess my heart to take.
Sarviur had not himself found the time, yet, to step into the Ruins proper. Oh, certainly - he'd gotten glimpses of it. In the backdrop as he slaughtered strange, persistent creatures in its goddess' name, of course. But it seemed as though he was always walking, from a battle to the roller coaster to the shrine and to the Spire, up the to the Forge and down those strange, people-infested stairs, back to the Spire, to the shrine, to World's Edge, his lovely temples. The hut with all the gliders. The cliffs, stretching out above him into eternity. Phantom birdcalls, and peace. Walking, again, and back to the battlefield for Sarviur. But here was a little shop - its name slotted itself into Sarviur's knowledge like a phantom memory, a pizza parlor - and he could go inside and sit down and rest.
There were booths aplenty here, and a jukebox playing a slow, sleepy song. He didn't know this one, and he slid into the booth nearest it without thinking. There were coins on the table: strange, and then he realized that of course they could be used to operate the machine. He fingered them, slowly. Across from him a yellow glow manifested, and he stared at the little images on it. The yellow Goddess.
And here, too - here she was again, larger than li - no. She was just life-size, now, but that was not a bad thing. She was lovely and black-skinned, yellow light shining through as though it was cracked. It was not: it was perfect, whole. Like her wall, like the protection she'd created for the city. He pushed the coin in her direction, and the jukebox stuttered. Feed it? Oh, Sarviur could do that with ease. He got up, glancing back at her to make sure it was fine. The coins had her visage, after all.
It was right there. The coin slotted itself in, something - something right.
The next song that played started even sadder, a raspy whisper of - of - what was that instrument?
"I don't know," his father confessed, voice deep and low. "I just listen."
"Me too," Varrus said, happy, and he rocked against his father's chest. Daddy had the biggest lap, and the warmest one. "Listening is good."
"Not always," his father told him, absently. Varrus wrapped his tail around himself. The song was still slow, always slow.
"Well, I think so!" Varrus told him indignantly.
"Who's the big one here?" his father teased, pressing a kiss to his head. His horn was still growing in, and it itched all the time. That was why kisses over there felt so good: it needed kisses to grow. That was what his mother said. He wanted his horn to grow super strong. Then he could take anything down!
...
He was in the kitchen, sorting through grains. Doing chores sucked horse balls. His mother wandered over from elsewhere (he never wondered), hand hovering over the pause button. "Don't, ma!" Varrus said.
"Sweetie, you know this song makes me think of - of him."
"Me, too," Varrus said. "Remember, when he drove us around Amityville and told us all the cool history facts?"
"I remember," his mother answered, fond. "He only had to play it five times, and it still lasted the whole ride." They shared a laugh, uneasy because they both knew it'd never happen again. "But we especially can't dwell in the past, Varrus. He's never coming back."
"He's not dead!"
"Of course not. But we both know there's nothing he can do."
Varrus shrugged, and the song played out, like it was meant to. His mother hovered awkwardly in the doorway.
"That was another time...long past..."
His song? Sarviur blinked up at the Goddess. It wasn't his, he wanted to say - it was Daddy's.
No, not Daddy's. Sarviur didn't have a father. Varrus did, and the more Sarviur learned about his life, the more he pitied the strange, colorful boy without a core and without guidance. "What's mine is my Goddess'," Sarviur said, "But I'm sure she can share."
The Goddess smiled, leaned over. She was so close. Here all he could see was the yellow, yellow, yellow of her eyes. It was hypnotizing, and the song drifted away from him like trash bobbing on the water, and with it the word Varrus, and all it entailed...
Sarviur was safe.
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 1:22 am
He'd wandered in almost without realizing it, and he'd stood in the open equally unaware, wrapped up in thoughts that were still inside the Blue Rose and everything that had happened there. Things that should have been uneventful, especially compared to everything he'd undergone, but felt somehow much more profound.
He was wondering whether it was the actual experiences that mattered, or his strange new connection to them. As the moon grew nearer and the blessings came on, Amity was feeling much more like Amity and much less like a formless shadow. He'd had memories taken from him and at first he'd been relieved; he'd had another taken and he didn't know what it had been but he'd pleaded to keep it. The only memories he had now were the ones he was making. Memories of Licraesa and other shadows, and Coyote, and abandoned rooms filled with watching eyes and a portentous sense of exactly the kind of history he didn't have.
The hotels and the theme parks had rust and peeling wallpaper. They had heft. They had age. They had a story.
And it felt so damned wrong that the buildings had a self, but he did not.
Licraesa had eyes filled with a manic, worshipful gleam when she spoke of the Goddess. And Amity had tried to acquire that. He'd done his dues, and he'd offered up his prayers and they'd seen fit to gift him with a means to defend himself even though it was them that had thrown him to the monsters.
The questioning was creeping back. And so when the Goddess manifested, he felt no compunction to bow. The awe was there, but it was the wrong sort.
He got a coin. With trembling fingers, blood from the Blue Rose piano still caked on the colorless nails, he slotted it into the jukebox.
"By the blue-tiled walls near the market stalls There's a hidden door she leads you through-- These days she says I feel my life just like a river running through The Year of the Cat--"
She bends over him and takes his little hands as she sings, just slightly off-key, all happy smiles. He will later remember that it's an odd choice of songs to sing to a little boy, but he's five and stupid and he thinks it's about cats.
He always liked cats. The little boy loves cats; he's been asking for a kitten of his own for his birthday for a solid six months, and as his wheedling mother points out to his father that is a remarkable bit of consistency for a child of his age. The old tabby and the fat marmalade are his mother's cats. They aren't his. He wants a small creature to raise and whisper secrets to. He thinks, maybe, that boys ought to want dogs and cats are for girls, and he likes dogs, but cats are aloof and mysterious things that seem knowing. Even a kitten, a wobbly-legged, wide-eyed kitten, sometimes wraps its tail around its forelegs and squeezes its eyelids in self-assured wisdom.
"She looks at you so coolly," his mother croons, "And her eyes shine, like the moon and the sea-- She comes in incense and patchouli So you take her, and find what's waiting inside The Year of the Cat--"
She spins him gently. Not too long ago he was still small enough to rest on her hip while she swayed and sang him the songs she'd grown up on, but he is growing so fast now. He is getting so big, outstripping his little siblings, and even if he wasn't her belly is already round with another on the way and she is so often tired now. Tired, but happy.
She sings him this song so often that he knows the words by heart. She does not sing the song to the others. This is their song, and he has claim to it by right of being the first, and the closest.
Context. Finally, context. Context for the fragment he'd scooped up on the first day, context for something he'd wanted, desperately, to have context for.
In the theme park gift shop the shelves had had strange patterns in the dust, the outlines of boxes long forgotten.
Context.
"That was another time...long past. Will you give it to me...may I have your song?"
He was jolted back to reality violently, painfully, and he actually fell against the wall in his panicked stumble backwards.
He remembered being at The Wall, he remembered the flashlight, he remembered no, no, not this one, this one is important, no--
And she'd taken it from him and said it was for his own good.
And he didn't believe her any more.
"You can't have it," he said, voice thin and panicked and chest constricted with feeling he didn't have the capacity to process. "You can't. It's mine."
And he felt the lengthening of the shadows like the baring of teeth, and fumbled for the exit.
With as much time as he spent in the Ruins, fighting creatures that crossed his path, Liom had yet to explore what else the place had to offer. He hadn't even done so with the one he started in. It was a break maybe, from fighting and tasks, looking around and finding what else was around.
He found himself at some placed called Rico's Pizza and didn't think much of it as he stepped inside. For some place called the Ruins, though, this place didn't look so bad. There wasn't much to catch his attention right away, well except that red booth in the corner. And ... a Goddess sitting in it. Liom found himself stopping and staring, rightfully so. Something so.. common for someone of her stature to do. It was amusing to say the least.
So, he made his way over, observing as a few others grabbed a few coins from a register. He did the same, plucking a coin out and continued to watch. They were feeding it into the jukebox that still struggled to live. Well, why not, he thought, meandering over to do the same. He let the coin slide in the slot, ready to select a song. But it seemed to have a mind of its own, flicking through its catalog with a little swish.
Deka.. deka.. deka... He heard, pulsing in and out. Struggling.
ranger...
Deka... deka.. deka....
The shadow boy felt himself stepping backwards into that red booth, next to the Goddess herself. He didn't look up at her, his eyes trained on the jukebox.
deka! ranger!"
A jazzy drum solo played as he grinned, turning the volume on his computer up ever so slightly. Satisfied with the settings, he spun himself to the center of the room, cleared of random acts of room that he could possible stumble on. The space was wide enough for this, or so he hoped.
"Mune ni kirari to haadoboirudo itsu datte ~ Bakyuun!
The lyrics played through the speakers, the screen showing a few dancing teens with robots playing instruments behind them.
"Atsui ze ~"
The robot trailed off. A beat, he began again.
"Sora ni inazuma kaa cheizu Neratta... Dokyuun! Nigasanai."
The five teens in matching uniforms flashed on the screen, dancing to a series of the lyrics before the robot appeared again. He followed as best he could, matching them with a grin on his face. Sadly this was one of the endings with odd gaps between all the moves. But it was his favorite, for many reasons; the catchy tune and it being from his favorite series.
"Yoru no haiwei hoshi wa kuro Enjin (naisu!) zenkai! (jajji!) Kanzen muketsu no patorooraa!"
The jazz song played with cuts lacing together of the robot singer, the band and the Dekarangers, sometimes in their full sentai spandex gear but often in their civilian uniforms. Always in the SPD command center, on the bridge or within tunnels of flashing lights. He continued to mimic what they were doing, bouncing about and arms crisp with the lyrics.
"Deka! Deka! Deka! Deka! Dekaranger! Habikoru aku yurusenai n' da Deka! Deka! Deka! Deka! Dekaranger! Judgment Time! Dekaranger!"
He spun around once, ending with his feet planted square with his shoulders and one arm up in a fist to his side. Applause would have been nice, but what exploded from his bed was laughter and his sister unable to contain it any longer. She was on her side, holding her stomach.
"I can't believe you learned it, kaikunane!" She giggled, not propping herself up at all. "You are such a fanboy!" Clearly she didn't see the art of learning the Ending theme dances of the various Super Sentai shows.
"Dude, they're fun!" He protested, with a little chuckle in his own voice. He couldn't be angry at her poking fun, should have known it would happen after all. "Beats the hula you do, ya!" At least he had ammo against her, and added physical too when he bounced over to poke her in the ribs. She flailed and slapped him.
"Hula is serious business," she grinned, raising the stakes and smacking him up the head. Earned her a pained reply and a step back from the bed that she had boggarted. She looked satisfied, pulling her legs under her. "Did you learn that samurai one from the movie?"
"Parts," he told her while rubbing the back of his head where she hit him. "A work in progress, I'll have to show you my amazing moves later."
"Ha," her grin cheeky. Definitely satisfied. "Amazing moves, your dorky fanboy moves will never compare to mine, M-"
Static, the memory cut off, drifting from his vision. It had been like he was pulled into a new world entirely, reliving that moment. Liom could hear her rich laughter like a bell and smell her coco butter lotion as she teased him on the bed for learning the dance portion to a little kid's show song. It had been fun, a moment between siblings it seemed. It was nice and he was smiling.
That was another time...long past. Will you give it to me...may I have your song?"
He heard behind him, for the first time realizing where he was sitting. Liom nearly jumped from the booth, but remained. His eyes were wide.
Give it to her? He frowned for a moment, twisting his lips in thought. Seemed to be the nature of the place, giving up those things that they found. Those snippets of memory. "I guess..." which seemed as good response as any because he was soon nose to nose with her.
She wasn't going to kiss him, was she? He made a really disturbed face.
But she didn't go that far, simply inhaling and taking the song from him. A silly dorky song. And leaving him with a a sense of warmth from her strong grip. Protection, it felt nice. Maybe that wasn't so hard to give up.
"Uh... thank you." Because what else was there to say than that?
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*optional image of your character here if you wish* Character name: Liom Character appearance: A male shaped shadow with a red heart. Link to Heart Log[ x ] Current HP 40/406 Current weapon equipped Simple Protection
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 3:46 am
Linithid wanted a place to rest, to relax and reflect on what had happened today and what better place to do that than here? She entered the pizza parlor and glanced around at the others gathered. Songs were playing, each in turn, and there was a Goddess in a booth nearby that seemed to be enjoying each song people had chosen. Others had taken coins from the register to feed into the jukebox, each one picking a song for their coin. She wasn't entirely sure this was right, again it felt like stealing, but she really wanted to see if the jukebox had a certain song. She wasn't sure what the song was, but she was sure she'd know it when she saw it. Considering what she'd done today, was she really going to balk at taking a single coin that wasn't hers? She laughed very quietly to herself as she dug out one coin and went to put it in the jukebox.. As she tried to look through it seemed the box had its own ideas and the song began to play, quiet and almost like a lullaby. She sat with the goddess as her eyes glaze a bit, her mind drifting far from the tiny pizza parlour.
You are my sunshine, My only sunshine, You make me happy, When skies are grey, You'll never know, dear, How much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away...
An older woman, her golden hair speckled with silver from age, held Lin in her arms and cradled her there tenderly. The room was dark and the air was heavy with the heat of the day, but wrapped in her arms Lin had no worries to speak of. They rocked gently together and Lin had to stifle a yawn, but the woman just smiled softly and tucked a bit of hair behind Lin's ear.
The other night, dear, As I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you In my arms, When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, So I hung my head and cried...
Lin's head popped up suddenly, staring at the woman with concern. She reached up to touch the other's face, reassuring herself that she was not, in fact, crying. The lady just giggled quietly, her voice wavering a little but she kept singing even as she held Lin closer than before.
You are my sunshine, My only sunshine, You make me happy, When skies are grey, You'll never know, dear, How much I love you, So please don't take my sunshine away...
"I won't, Momma....I promise...." She giggled, yawning as she buried her face against her mother's shoulder. Her eyelids were so heavy with exhaustion and she felt so safe, so content here. It took her a moment to realize the song had ended and she blinked the sleep from her eyes. The Goddess was watching her intently, the look made her feel more than a little uncomfortable. "It was another time...?"
She chewed on her lip, tossing the idea back and forth, but in the end she knew she wouldn't deny the Goddess, not after all she'd already done today. She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing them as if to keep warm. "A-alright...i-if you would like it..."
As the song left her body, Lin felt the urge to cry. It felt less like sharing and more like losing something. Even so she gave it willingly and when all was said and done she felt more safe and comfortable than she had since she first woke up and found herself facing the statues. Still...the whole process unnerved her.
"I...umm....I hope you like it."
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Character name: Linithid (Ithildin) Character appearance: Simple grey form with a red heart, wispy tail behind her. Link to Heart Log Current HP 30/30 Current weapon equipped
Mnezara had sat alone, watching others go through the same routine and talk with the Goddess.
When she had finally discerned what it was she had to do, she stood, taking a coin and placing it in the jukebox as well.
I admit that in the past I've been a nasty, they weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch~ But you'll find that nowadays, I've mended all my ways~ Repented, seen the light and made a switch, true? Yes~
Now I fortunately know a little magic, it's a talent that I've always have possessed~ And dear lady, please don't laugh, I use it on behalf on the miserable, the lonely and depressed pathetic
"I heard you can help me." She is in an underwater cave, facing a woman with octopus legs who is stirring a cauldron.
The woman pauses, looks up, and smiles. "Darling, of course I can help."
Poor unfortunate souls, in pain, in need~ This one longing to be thinner, this one wants to get a girl, and do I help them? Yes indeed! Those poor unfortunate souls, so sad, so true~ They come flocking to my cauldron crying 'Spells, Ursula, please!' and I help them! Yes indeed!
Now it's happened once or twice, someone couldn't pay the price~ And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals~ Yes, I've had the odd complaint! But on the whole, I've been a saint~ To those poor unfortunate souls~
"But there will be a price." The witch said. "There's always a price, dearie! Always a catch! But don't worry your pretty little head over it, it won't be much!"
"So you can help me." She said firmly. "I'll do anything."
"I like that." The witch cooed, a tentacle curling around her waist, and another stroking her cheek. "I like your moxie, girl! Such spirit! Such unwavering strength! No wonder you're here for help, dear~ You certainly need it. After all, if that skin of yours is taken..."
--
"That was another time...long past. Will you give it to me...may I have your song?" The goddess looks at her, and Mnezara is startled out of her reverie.
"I don't need it." She finally whispered. It was an easy enough decision to make. It was a memory that incited anger and sadness in her without even knowing why, really, and she wanted it purged, she didn't want--
The Goddess left her with protection, and Mnezara breathed, and smiled.
